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Whatever I've done, I understand I deserve to be punished.

Mel wasn't in his attic bedroom the night that Sian Hinton's body

got moved from the bunker, Rick.

He was sleeping downstairs in a box room with a window.

The evidence that I gave... Keep your voice down.

LoOK, I can't be sure of what I saw that night.

Don't for one second think we got the wrong man.

I have new information about the past.

When you go rogue and shut me out,

it feels like you don't trust me.

She stuck her nose in!

Then, she must have as well!

Then, her! Rick, go make the arrest.

With pleasure.

That was Harvey's lawyer.

Harvey's asked to speak to me tomorrow,

says he wants to tell the truth about the past.

Mel was both terrorised by him and in awe of him.

It's classic Stockholm syndrome.

"Rick's phone. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Hi, Rick. I missed you.

Hope you got there safely.

Give me a call when you can.

It's a loop, a never-ending circle of love.

You can't escape it.

Everything OK?

Mm-hm.

MOBILE VIBRATES

DI Ffion Lloyd.

Yeah...

OK, thank you for letting me know.

What is it?

Mel's dead.

Suicide.

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I'm sorry. There seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

I said I'd talk to Ffion, not you.

The organ grinder, so to speak.

Well, the thing is, you don't get to call the shots, do you, Paul?

Then, I won't talk at all.

Up to you.

Well, then, this has been a completely wasted journey.

You coming?

I won't be long.

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That's better.

Just the two of us.

It's a shame about Robbie.

"Mel".

But hey, we mustn't blame ourselves.

He always was a messed-up kid.

You're not wearing a wedding ring.

The monkey was.

What's the story?

Last I heard you, were heading off into the sunset together.

So, what is it that you want to talk about, Paul?

You're looking good, Ffion, if a little tired.

I'm not here to talk about myself. Oh, please...

I am so starved of gossip in here.

Why you being so cagey about your private life?

If you don't get to the point, I'll be heading out myself.

No, please, don't go.

It's been too long.

Then, I'll ask again.

Why you getting in touch after all this time?

I want to talk about the night Sian Hinton's body was

dumped in the woods.

MOBILE VIBRATES

Hiya, love. Sorry, I was going to call you.

Don't you "love" me.

Why didn't you answer your phone all night?

I was erm...strategising.

That's one word for it.

Look, I was in the bar. It was late.

I didn't see your missed calls till this morning. I'm sorry.

Fuck you, Rick.

As I told you, I'd been home that night.

I'd been interviewed by you and your fiance earlier that morning...

DS Sheldon, yes.

..which put me in a bad mood.

You were amateurs, clutching straws.

When I went home, Robbie was being a nightmare,

so I ended up locking him in a room.

But it wasn't his bedroom. It was a box room downstairs.

Why? Why?!

Well, I wanted some peace.

And the walls were thick, and there was nothing in there that could have harmed him.

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

Do you have kids, Ffion?

Hm, no, I thought not.

You have this defensive edge about you.

Kids, they teach you how to love.

We were asking you about Mari Quinlan that day,

the nurse who reported you to social services,

because there were multiple bruises, new and old, found on Mel...

Robbie's body. And he had broken ribs.

Yeah, well, Robbie was accident-prone.

And he self-harmed.

He threw himself down the stairs.

He wasn't alone in this room.

Anna sang to him from outside the door,

all night.

Like a cat wailing, bless her, so I had to wear headphones to watch TV.

So, neither of us would have known if he snuck out.

He had keys to my van on his heart knot key ring, which he

carried with him all the time.

He was obsessed with that bloody key ring.

Well, the way I see it, sir, his suicide's an admission of guilt.

The publicity will die down soon enough and we can all move on.

Thanks.

How are we getting on?

The scarf's been sent to forensics, sir.

Good, let's hope we get the right result.

Where are Ffion and Rick?

I can't help thinking about the timing.

How convenient it is with Abbi Rayner's murder.

Why would you tell me this about Robbie now?

It's because of Abbi Rayner's murder that I felt obliged to come clean!

The guilt I felt.

But this could have been used 12 years ago in your defence.

Except my wife stitched me up.

And it suited you all to believe her.

And why would she do that, Paul?

To escape being abused by you?

She's still lying then, is she?

As a childless woman, Ffion, you have no idea the lengths

a father will go to in order to protect his son.

Robbie was your foster child. All the same, I loved him.

There was nothing I wouldn't have done for my boy.

Nothing. Then what's changed? Why are you grassing him up now?

I saw him on the news after the shooting.

And I realised how evil and dangerous he'd become.

Where the hell are you both? Ffion's not answering.

HMP Whitehaven, sir.

We found out about Mel Owen's suicide,

so we drove here to make sure that Harvey had nothing to do with it.

So, what did you find out?

Well, they followed protocol, sir. Mel was kept on the VP wing.

Harvey had no access to him.

A phone call would have established that.

You haven't talked to Harvey about the past, have you,

opened a can of worms?

Oh, no, sir. We're just about to head back now.

Glad to hear it.

This isn't an official interview.

The investigation hasn't been re-opened.

I just wanted to hear you out.

So, thank you for giving me your version of events.

It's the truth, Ffion.

There's more.

When Mari Quinlan came to my house to check on Robbie,

she left on foot.

That's what you alleged, yeah.

And that you left in your van ten minutes later.

To get groceries. So you said.

I bought the groceries and half an hour later I got home

and I found Robbie in the kitchen, distressed,

mud on his boots.

Incoherent.

Anna didn't mention that.

No, Anna was reading in the bath.

I calmed him down, and I sent him for his shower.

Now then, I can only presume that he went to the woods.

He loved exploring the bunkers.

You're saying that Robbie followed and strangled Mari Quinlan?

Mm.

And hid her body in the bunker.

I had no idea until they found her body in the woods the next day.

And you said nothing? Not to Anna, no.

Robbie was the son that Anna never had.

And why would Robbie kill Mari Quinlan?

Well, he didn't want her to take him away from us.

It's ironic really, isn't it, how in trying to save his life,

both nurses signed their own death warrants?

You're saying that Robbie killed Sian Hinton, too?

Did you kill together, Paul? Were you a father and son team?

No.

Time's up, Rick.

Hey...

What's wrong?

He's denying that he killed both nurses.

He's just taking the piss. Yeah, well, he was pretty persuasive.

What if we got the wrong man?

Ffion... Yeah, it should never have happened, I know.

No, that's not what I was...

But, well, no, of course.

Loo, what I was going to say was...

Don't tell Vaughan that you've spoken to

Harvey about the historic murders. He'll just go ape.

He doesn't want that case re-opened any more than I do.

Or the town does.

I mean, Harvey's just got into your head,

but he killed both Mari Quinlan and Sian Hinton.

OK, but if Mel Owen killed Abbi, he could have killed before.

He's only pinning the historic murders on Mel

because he can't be questioned. It's opportunistic.

Alex placed Harvey behind the wheel, remember?

You going to tell Helen what happened? What? No!

It's between us.

Sorry, sir, it was hell of a journey.

What is it?

No trace of Mel's DNA on the scarf.

So, he strangled Abbi and took the scarf back to the den without any trace of DNA?

Did he clean it? No, Abbi's DNA is on it.

And another person.

Well, Helen did give the scarf to her, so we need to do a buccal swab just to eliminate her DNA.

We've still got Abbi's killer.

Yeah, well, I'm going to check through Mel's belongings from the den,

to see if he had any gloves.

I could do it.

No, it's OK, I'd rather do it.

Well, I'll go and do Helen's test.

Life's never bloody simple, is it?

Alex!

Why don't you go in, put a cuppa on?

Do you have a minute?

Yeah.

Thank you.

So, why are you door-stepping me after all this time?

I'm really sorry, Alex, but I'd like to go back over your witness

statement from the night Sian's body was moved from the bunker to

where she was found in the woods. Why?

We'll get to that.

You were driving on the main road west of the woods.

What time?

It was about 10pm.

And what did you see?

Tell you what I didn't see...

..was any fucking police presence, that's what.

We had no idea that Sian was being held in the bunker at that time.

I saw a black Vauxhall Astra van pull out of a side lane onto

the road in front of me.

The driver looked in my direction...

..then sped off ahead of me.

I didn't see the number plate, but I called it in.

And did you see who was driving? I said so at the time, didn't I?

Well, not straightaway.

It was Paul Harvey.

Who you placed at the wheel after his arrest.

Because I recognised him at the ID parade.

I remembered his face.

You sure about that?

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Alex, this is important.

We have reason to believe that someone else was driving

Paul Harvey's van on the night in question,

which means he had an accomplice,

and that person was in on Sian's murder.

Ffion? Any joy?

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Sorry.

Ffion, it's me. Where are you? Phone me back.

You mean someone who helped kill my wife is still out there?

Alex, is there any chance that that man could have been the driver?

Bear in mind he was 17 at the time and wearing a baseball cap.

Yeah, I recognise him from somewhere.

He's the gunman from the school.

He's also the man who killed Abbi Rayner. Jesus...

Jesus!

Alex, are you sure it was Harvey at the wheel of his van?

It was dark. You know, could you have made a mistake?

It wasn't my idea...

I said I didn't see the driver. I... I told him.

Told who, Alex?

Why did you tell us it was Harvey at the wheel?

Did someone put pressure on you to say that?

It's not your fault, Alex,

if you were leaned on when you were vulnerable.

Who told you to say that it was Harvey? It was Rick.

He said I had to if I wanted justice for Sian.

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Ffion. I've been trying to get hold of you. Where've you been?

We need to talk.

You're not going to tell Helen now, are you?

Ffion?

Not at the station.

OK, where, where? And just to be clear, Rick,

what happened last night will never happen again!

"Please leave your message following the tone."

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Hi.

What are you doing here?

Eating humble pie?

Or better still, a picnic outside with my lovely wife?

I'm sorry about last night. I...

I was obsessing. You know what I'm like.

Let me make it up to you. Please?

Come on, you hate fruit.

You're lucky I'm on a break.

No luck at all. I phoned ahead and checked.

Always a smooth operator.

That's what worries me.

You're not forgiven, just yet.

And these sandwiches better be M&S.

Let me take a statement and then I'll run you to the hospital.

Erm... I was hoovering.

Who knows who threw it? Vigilantes who think the killer's copying Paul?

Some nutters, who think Paul's innocent because of the appeal?

Either way, they come for me, I'm always the one who's punished.

And now poor Robbie.

How will he survive prison? I read about the charges online.

What? What's wrong?

I'm so sorry, Anna...

Robbie died last night.

How?

He hanged himself.

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Oh, my boy...

Well, that kind of killed the romance.

I try and I try, Rick...

..I just can't help but feel threatened.

There's no need.

You were engaged, for God's sake. Yeah, and I'm with you.

You're used to me.

At 12 years down the line,

I'm not exciting any more.

Yes, you are.

Who needs excitement anyway? Ffion isn't exciting, Helen.

She's a thorn in my side, if anything.

I know you better than anyone.

Something's on your mind.

Did anything happen between you last night?

We had an argument.

She's insisting that Harvey didn't act alone,

that Mel Owen was involved... Rick!

Rick! Griff!

Oh, long time.

Oh, hi, I'm Rick.

This is Helen. Jamie. Griff's friend.

He doesn't like the word "carer".

He had an MRI scan, said he wanted some fresh air.

Horrible things, those scanners.

What are you doing, having lunch with another woman?

No, Griff, this is Helen, my wife.

Does my daughter know? Do you know they're engaged?

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's head back to the car.

You cheating bastard!

Come on, Griff.

Sorry.

We can't escape her, can we?

How could the guards have let him hang himself?

Did they decide he was guilty and turn a blind eye?

It's more likely he did it out of guilt, Anna.

I still don't believe he killed Abbi Rayner.

Not my Robbie.

Anna, the night Mari Quinlan came to your home to see Robbie,

Paul said she left on foot.

Yeah.

And then I went to have a bath

and I heard Paul's van leave not long after.

How long were you in the bath?

Erm...

About an hour, I'd imagine.

And when you got out?

Paul was back with food.

And Robbie?

He was in the shower.

I talked to Paul this morning.

He told me that Robbie had been out to the woods

while you were in the bath, that he had mud on his boots

and that he was very agitated about something. No, no, no, no.

No, he's trying to blame it all on my son.

He's lying, Ffion.

Well, that turned out to be a shit show.

Helen...

You know I wouldn't be without you and the kids for all the world.

Tell you what, why don't I pack off the kids to Mum's tonight

and cook us a nice meal?

Take your mind off all this crap at work.

Yeah, that'll be lovely, thanks.

We'll get through this.

Together.

Yeah.

I'll come in with you now. No, no, no. You've done enough, thank you.

I could have driven myself.

No, you're too shaken up, Anna.

If Paul gets out...

..he'll come for me.

Promise me his conviction's safe.

Loo, I don't want you to worry, Anna.

He won't get out.

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Why here, of all places?

It's where we got engaged.

How could I forget?

It's where we promised each other that we'd be together forever,

carved our initials, look.

What young fools we were!

Not so young.

And here you are fucking me over again.

Is this about last night, Ffion?

We slept together, I didn't instigate it.

You didn't exactly complain.

I'm not going to hurt Helen. Oh, I know, your endless messages have told me that much.

She's here, my kids are here...

..and I love her. What if I stay then, Rick?

What if I don't just conveniently disappear like last time?

What if I think that there's unfinished business here?

I don't know.

I'm not talking about you, me and Helen. That sorry love triangle is old fucking news!

I'm talking about the Harvey murders.

I know, Rick...

..that you told Alex to lie and place Harvey at the wheel the night that Sian Hinton's body was dumped.

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What the fuck were you thinking? I was thinking that Harvey is the killer and we we're losing him.

He had an answer for everything and we just need to put him away.

Yeah, but if Mel was that driving that van, Rick...

If Mel was a part of Sian Hinton's murder... Don't say it.

..and we'd found that out back then... Please!

..Abbi would still be alive. Oh, fuck you! Harvey's evil!

Look at the way he tortured Mel and his wife!

And when we found Sian, and I had to tell Alex, my friend, that the

mother of his child was...

It wasn't just you that was affected, Ffion!

You made your friend lie in his wife's murder trial.

Both of you conspired to pervert the course of justice!

We had to move quick in case it happened again to another nurse!

And anyway, Mel might not even have killed Abbi,

so don't you tell me that I've got her blood on my hands!

He'd met her, he disliked her! How come her scarf was in his den?

There was no DNA.

Maybe somebody else set him up.

It's far more likely that he used gloves.

And it's pretty fucking low to argue Mel's innocence just to clear your own conscience.

Yeah, it's just come through now.

Yeah, got it.

Yeah, that's great. Thanks very much, ta.

What have you got, boss?

Looks like Harvey had a phone stashed in his cell.

He's been communicating with someone.

I'll check his phone records now.

Are you going to say anything?

There'd be a retrial.

Harvey's conviction would be unsafe.

He'd walk free, seek revenge on Anna.

You'd face a custodial sentence. Oh, yeah? How much will I get? Ten years?

How could you lie to me?

Is that why you cheated on me,

because you couldn't look me in the eye?

I thought I was losing you.

Did you sleep with me last night just to confuse me?

To distract me from my hunch about Mel?

No.

You came all the way to Worcester just to keep a fucking eye on me!

It's no wonder you were gutted when Harvey wanted to speak to me on my own.

That's not how it was.

You're weak, and you're a liar.

You're acting like the local fucking hero

when all you really are is a sham!

Are you going to tell Vaughan?

There's been a new development.

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Er, Harvey was receiving texts from a someone who signed themselves J.

J first got in touch with Harvey via letter about four months ago.

Harvey then sent a text back. Er, top of the first page.

"Thanks for your letter and phone number. I appreciate you getting in touch, Paul."

J then text back saying that he's thrilled to hear from him. Harvey replied with a thumbs up.

Then, on the next page, on the 3rd of October, J requests a visit.

Harvey replies "Let me check my diary," smiley face.

Erm, I asked the guard to go check the visitor records.

Harvey had a visit from a man named John Shaw on the 17th of October.

That's when the texts get dark.

Er, bottom of page 2 there, sir.

"'The part that excites me the most is the build-up.

"Choosing her, stalking her. Spending time with her, smelling her fear."

What a sicko! Harvey doesn't respond to that.

Then, on page three...

"That moment when she surrenders to the idea that she won't get out of this alive

"and I have all the power, and all her attention."

John Shaw then asks if he can visit Harvey again.

Harvey said that he didn't think it's a good idea.

And then, on the next page, on the 11th of November...

The day after Abbi's murder.

Yeah. Harvey texts John Shaw to say, "I heard about the nurse,"

and John Shaw replied, "She deserved it."

Oh, fuck's sake!

Er, Harvey responded then, "Don't contact me again."

Then, there's a couple of texts from John Shaw wishing Harvey good luck with the appeal.

But radio silence from Harvey up until this morning, 11.13.

"It's safe now."

What's that supposed to mean? Why is John Shaw now safe?

Is he referring to Mel's death?

That Mel will be accused of killing Abbi, therefore John Shaw is safe?

We should be looking into this John Shaw!

Some perverted fanboy. What's the point?

Rick, do you have any doubt that Mel Owen killed Abbi Rayner?

Well, we're talking about a man who doesn't think

twice about shooting a child, sir, aren't we?

But pertaining to this case...

..Mel was drunk, he was the last man to see Abbi Rayner alive.

She pissed him off and her scarf was found in his den.

So, all the evidence points at Mel Owen.

Doesn't it?

Exactly.

Maybe.

But I want to know who this John Shaw is.

I want to speak to him, just in case he's planning on following in Harvey's footsteps.

Celyn, call Whitehaven, see if they've got any CCTV footage of the day that he visited.

And check the address that that visiting order was sent to.

Is there anything else?

I've got to go. Keep me updated.

But I can't go to work in my pyjamas.

Why are we having casserole for breakfast?

For the hell of it, Dad. Is it tasty?

Oh, yes.

Well, shut up and eat.

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Oh. Better do as I'm told.

I would if I were you.

Yours is in the oven, love.

We couldn't wait.

I didn't realise the time, sorry.

Busy day? You look done in.

I thought it was all wrapped up.

It was that tramp that did it, wasn't it?

Yeah, I mean, I wish it was that simple.

Is Rick with you?

My God, Rick and I finished 12 years ago!

How many times?!

Lisa and I went on a dementia workshop today.

They say it's best not to challenge his version of reality.

It only upsets him more.

He's aware he's failing, see, love.

And he's a proud man.

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Come in.

I'm sorry for snapping at you, Dad.

He's forgotten all about it.

I don't blame you, Ffion.

I'm no use to anyone any more.

Yes, you are.

I need you.

I'll leave you to it.

What's up, love?

Difficult case?

Well, this is all very nice, Rick...

..but I presume you wanted something.

The historical heart knot murders, sir.

I...

I instructed a witness to give false evidence, sir.

And now there's a new potential suspect in the mix,

some fanboy of Harvey's called John Shaw.

And there's some doubts about the historic murders,

whether Harvey was acting alone or he killed the nurses at all, even.

We can't afford a fuck-up like this, Rick.

It will ruin us if it gets out.

And Alex Hinton has already squealed.

I know... I'm sorry.

Let me talk to Ffion.

You're one of the best, Rick.

But I have no choice but to suspend you from duty until further notice.

I need to work out what to do.

It's like my whole world has been thrown upside down...

..and I can't even trust my own memories any more.

I know the feeling.

I made a mistake, Dad.

I slept with Rick,

but I didn't know then what I know now.

Hey...

Hey.

Look at me.

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What are you afraid of, love?

That someone else is going to die.

Ffion! It's getting cold now.

Jamie, I thought you'd gone. I think they're OK now.

I just wanted to make sure.

Night, Del.

Good night, love, and thank you again.

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REPEATEDLY RINGS

All right!

Have you lost your keys again?

Can I help you?

Urgh...

SHE STRUGGLES